My time reach the end of the line, you know
So many days spent holdin' the line, you know
Scratch a living out of bustin' heads, we go
Make enemies til there's no one left

I'm goin' down to the old hag's place
A sleepy city to save some face
For just a few days
I'll be back in town again
You'll see me round so don't pretend
Just before the end

My life spent serving the hag, you know
My purpose to enforce the laws she wrote
A place to sleep and some food on a plate, you know
Make enemies til there's no one left

I'm the harbinger, of the slaughter
It's what you're after, to serve the Master
Why'd you come here, you don't belong here
Make enemies til there's no one left

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